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brought her from. Next, Unique looked up. “Lord, I know that by no means am I where I need to be in you. But by God, I thank you that I’m not where I used to be. A mighty long way, God; that’s where you’ve brought me from; a mighty long way.”
    â€œAre you talking to God again?” Unique’s middle son asked as he climbed up on the sofa bed she and her youngest son slept on. Her other two sons slept on an air mattress.
    â€œYes, baby,” Unique replied, her eyes lighting up like they always did when she looked at her boys.
    â€œYou always talking to Him. Does He ever talk back?” He played with the button on his Spider-Man pajamas.
    â€œAs a matter of fact, He does, and right now, He’s saying ...” Unique changed her voice to a deep monotone, “... Unique, if those boys of yours don’t hurry up and wash their face, brush their teeth, and get dressed, I want you to ... I want you to ...”
    Unique’s son sat there looking at her with the most serious look on his face ever. He was on the edge of his seat waiting to hear God’s instructions to his mother.
    â€œI want you to ...” Unique began wriggling her fingers. “... tickle them to death.” She began tickling her son so hard that tears formed in his eyes.
    â€œMommy, stop,” he pleaded in between laughs. “Stop or you gonna make me pee on myself. Stop, Mommy. For real.”
    Unique gave in to her son’s pleas. The last thing she wanted to do was to have to give him a bath and change her bedding.
    After her son settled down from all his laughing he asked, “Mommy, did God really say that?”
    â€œSay what?” her oldest son asked, entering the room with his youngest brother beside him. They were in their pajamas as well.
    Both Unique and her middle son looked at each other knowingly. “Should we tell him?” Unique asked her middle son.
    With a little giggle he said, “Uh-huh. Tell ’em what God said, Mommy.”
    By this time all three boys were sitting on the sofa bed. Unique looked at them and said, “God said ...” She changed her voice again. “‘Unique, if those boys of yours don’t hurry up and wash their face, brush their teeth, and get dressed, I want you to ...” Once again Unique began wriggling her fingers. “I want you to tickle them to death.”
    For the next few minutes Unique took turns tickling her sons until one actually did wet himself. Before she had gotten saved and had learned to control her temper through the direction of the Holy Spirit, Unique probably would have raised sand, fussed, and cursed for all the extra work her son’s wetting on himself was about to cause her. She would have said some things that might have broken her boys’ spirits and ruined their entire day. But now they all just made a task out of changing the bedding together. She even let the boys work the buttons on the washing machine, where they placed all the soiled laundry.
    God had certainly helped to turn Unique’s life around. The devil was waiting in the wings, though, to turn her life upside down.

Chapter Two
    â€œSo even though our mommy had them in her belly,” Unique’s youngest son said to Lorain as he, his brothers, Unique, and Lorain stood in between the two cribs admiring the sleeping babies, “they are your babies now?”
    â€œThat’s exactly right,” Lorain said, bending down and kissing her grandson on the nose.
    â€œAnd they are going to call you Mommy?”
    â€œThey already do,” Lorain smiled. “Well, they say, ‘Ma-Ma.’”
    Staring from one baby to the next he then said, “So those little things are our aunties, and we’re older than them?”
    Both Unique and Lorain laughed.
    â€œEnough with all the questions, son,” Unique told him, rubbing him on top of his head. “Besides, we go through this every time you see the